"If I thought it would work, I would ask you to." Pam sounded almost forlorn in that she didn't believe he could command her to do anything. "My maker is an idiot, but he is compelled. Perhaps you would be, too, if you were to meet her. The name is 'Beauty,' and she is so innocent you want to bite her. It's sickening. You want to rip her heart out and show it to her, to see if she would apologize for getting your hand bloody."
The petite vampire took a step or two away, finally moving more than just a lift of a brow or a pull of the lips. "I have made many suggestions to him on how to handle this issue, but he will have none of it. As long as his promise holds, I can do nothing to the girl.
"His word. He gave her his word." The laughter this time was dark, bitter. "Your, his woman will do nothing either. She's concerned with the curse."